An ongoing saga of self-absorption and paranoia (which beats the heck out of the Real World.)

Thursday, October 04, 2007

YOU STOLE THE PLOT.....

I stopped on the way home from the shops this morning, and had a chat to the GroundsKeeper up the Crescent...

The same young man who has pretty much stopped attending our CPF Meetings, as his family believe they are being targetted as a direct result of his membership.

Though it is certainly a possibility, there is no way of knowing whether it is fact or paranoia....

Dissention among family members is difficult enough at the best of times, but when four people are crammed into a living space consisting of one room not much bigger than 15feet square, it must be a nightmare....*frowns...

In my usual simplistic fashion, I had at one stage had high hopes that our own Councillor Baig would wave a magic wand and miraculously find a proper home for Alex and his family...*sigh...

The harsh reality is of course, that no such thing will happen, and they will struggle on as best they can...

Why do I even bother to grumble? Thousands are homeless and thousands more in shacks... Why - he is fortunate to have four sturdy brick walls, albeit cramped, to live in....*grimaces...

If goodness were properly rewarded, Alex would have a neat 3 bedroomed home somewhere in Sherwood, with his own little vegetable patch and.....oh get over it!!

I figure the best he can now hope for is that his two sons escape the drugs so easily available in the area....

*looks at Earl Barnabas....

So, you despise drug-users and consider them the weak and spineless dregs of humanity? And yet you built your fortune selling these products to the gullible?

I'm guessing that even more lucrative than drugs, is the information you sell? That you OWN several Telkom Overport employees is becoming clearer by the day... could it be that the Rotten Apples are in Your pocket as well?..... *applauds loudly....

The huge favours that you hand out so willingly are certainly not free gifts....*laughs...

Tell me Verminous One, who is higher? Koobair the Squat or your Grandness? Did you know, even in your youth, that you would one day have the ear of such luminaries as Jackie Selebi and the Shaik brothers? *cackles.... That you have damning information on Everyone who is Anyone?

Do you sit and gloat over your own genius and power? *falls over...

With the right amount of juggling, you could almost topple the Government single-handedly? Delusions of grandeur or fact?...Hmm....

The T-shirt I wear, emblazoned as it is with Interfering Old Busybody, makes it highly unlikely that our President would pay heed to My warnings....*chortles...

What a laugh it would be if this blog were actually read by one as yet untouched by the rot you have spread?

One who could quietly inform the President of the methods you use to play the Power Game?

That you, along with the Rotten Apples and members of Telkom Overport, have soared to dizzying heights....

That I had you marked as a mere sleazy bit-player in this saga, is a measure of my plodding stupidity. Little wonder I am considered no more than a shuffling demented joke...*cackles...

Our CPF Chairman bade me take care when mentioning your hallowed name, but indeed, as your pet monkey, I'm betting the more I gibber and shriek, the more amused you become?

You have heard how I irritate and irk your minions (read: Bali) and are vastly entertained?

I in turn, am enchanted to think that each of the Big Players in this Corrupt Game, consider themselves individually in control...*falls over laughing...

Can it work? Who indeed holds all the Aces? Will you end up like Mr. Essop, sprawled, bloody and very dead in a busy road?

Much too clever for that? *shrugs.... we will see....

The possibility that Lance's dad could have used the little park as a short-cut yesterday, to catch me on the verge, has to be ruled out. Alex says there is no way a vehicle could access Raftery Crescent via the Park and vice versa....

Was it then pure luck that Captain Courageous was home midday in time to monitor my conversation? What did he hope to hear me say FFS? *chortles...

My song seldom varies: the dream that residents and our Boys in Blue will truly care about each other and stand together, without scum like Barnabas calling the shots....

That grand schemes designed by the Corrupt to gain even more Power, are condemned, for brazenly using Children's homes as a means to an end....

that compensation for mistakes made in the 2005 testing is paid in full to the 3 victims identified... *bangs it's head against a brick wall....

Allen Spence himself has been manipulated and played for the ass he surely is...

His cleverness sucked from him so casually that he felt nothing but pride in his achievements...*grins..

It is doubtful he gives a second thought to the damage he has caused or where the funds come from to launch this massive Project...

Pride is a vastly overrated commodity Mistuh Spence..... the lack of which in my case, has kept me doggedly dissing the lot of you plonkers for some considerable time...*cackles...

Though it may seem supremely lame, I trot out the old "what goes round, comes round" adage and remind you that I watch with my usual interest as the Game unfolds further....

Alex and I stood and watched this morning as Adrian Kingsley moved at a brisk pace up Raftery Crescent and into the little park.... he cut down and into the valley heading no doubt, for Mayville....

We were told to contact the SAPS should we see him...*sigh..

To once again waste 4 SAPS vehicles loaded with fully armed officers on one cooked dopehead, would be a crime in itself....

Adrian was part of a theatrical production that totally bombed at the box office...

If he steps out of line again, it is certain der Kommissar knows where he lives...*grins...